I Can't Recall A Day

I Had Many, Many, Many Death Threats. I Couldn't Open Letters For A Long Time, Because They All Had To Be Opened By Either The Fbi Or Somebody. I Couldn't Open Letters. I Had To Be Escorted. In Fact, Just Recently I Went To A Funeral, Calvin Wardlaw, Who Was The Detective -- The Policeman -- With Me For Two Years, Passed Away Just Recently. He And I Got To Be Bosom Buddies Really, But That Was The Hardest Part. I Wasn't Able To Enjoy -- You Know.

I Would Like People Not To Think In Terms Of The 755 Home Runs I Hit But Think In Terms Of What I've Accomplished Off The Field And Some Of The Things I Stood For.

There Is No Logical Reason Why Girls Shouldn't Play Baseball. It's Not All That Tough.

I Thought My Chances To Make The Braves Were Better And That They Were Being Fairer To Me, Paying Me More Money To Play In A Lower Classification ... Besides, The Giants Spelled My Name "arron" On Their Telegram.

The Pitcher Has Got Only A Ball. I've Got A Bat. So The Percentage In Weapons Is In My Favor And I Let The Fellow With The Ball Do The Fretting.